Split in Satin
Dirty, reverb-heavy guitars slice through a tight post-punk groove with syncopated bass and abrasive drums. Angular synth textures pulse underneath, while female vocals alternate between melodic phrasing and urgent spoken-word. Effects-laden breakdowns add surreal layers before erupting back into driving, chaotic choruses.
Split in Satin
Dirty, reverb-heavy guitars slice through a tight post-punk groove with syncopated bass and abrasive drums. Angular synth textures pulse underneath, while female vocals alternate between melodic phrasing and urgent spoken-word. Effects-laden breakdowns add surreal layers before erupting back into driving, chaotic choruses.
Lyrics
Intro
Verse 1
Threads of lace, they cut like knives,
Whispers sewn in double lives.
Silk on skin, but shadows scream,
Gendered cages split the dream.
Pre-Chorus
Plastic saints in a crooked choir,
Burn me down, I’ll sing through fire.
Chorus
Glen or Glenda, stitched and torn,
Dancing wild where shame is born.
In the mirror, I fracture twice,
Blood in satin, holy vice.
Verse 2
Cheap narration, puppet strings,
Paper gods in celluloid wings.
I choke on secrets, velvet rough,
Love’s a question - never enough.
Bridge
Half a man, half a ghost,
Neither fits, so I haunt the most.
Lips of silence, painted red,
Alive in chaos, but called “dead.”
Final Chorus
Glen or Glenda, stitched and torn,
Dancing wild where shame is born.
In the mirror, I fracture twice,
Blood in satin, holy vice.
(Outro - feedback guitar, whisper "Glenda... Glenda...", break like a torn film)